Thursday, August 11, 2011

Being Nicole

Been fighting all my life. Endlessly fighting. Exhausted, battered and scarred so much. Yet I still continue.

Where I draw this strength, I cannot answer definitely. I know it just moves me to do what I must do.

- Google+ Status, 11 August 2011

Destination

I can almost hear the waters and the waves splashing on the shore. I am close to smelling and tasting the salt in the air. I cannot wait to feel the wind blowing through the trees and ruffling my hair. I am just about to locate myself in silence, in a place I am a stranger to.

- Google+ Status, 9 August 2011

Just me and my shadow dancing

To dance as if no one was watching and with no care to the world last Friday night until the wee hours of Saturday morning made me realize how much I missed my craft: be it classical ballet, jazz, ballroom or disco/bar lounge grooving.

Did not mind the sweat streaming down my face; did not feel my feet ache from the high heels I was wearing; did not bother with the crowd closing in on me nor the smoke emitted from smokers around me and from the DJ's booth. I was basking in it all.

I was lost in my own world, in the comfort and reality of dancing. I was on my own most of the time, dancing and unleashing myself, and once in a while, someone would offer to partner with me for a sweet, slow LA walk or an exhilarating swing that left me breathless, excited and happy.

To dance: my dance, my partner's dance, our dance, and my dance again.

- Google+ Status, 7 August 2011

Stirrings Within

I want to get away. I want to escape. I want to resurrect myself.

- Google+ Status, 4 August 2011